In March

my heart
belongs to

Alberto Castillo.
FLOWER
In March

my heart
belongs to

Alberto Castillo.
FLOWER
Daffodil Hill is full of holes. These are the dens of my wild friends.

I am protective of all wildlife. I do not judge the carnivores for their roles in the ecosystem.

The are not foes to be feared. They have functions that are not as fun as the cute little nibblers.

I respect that. I will protect that.
FLOW
Daffodils are the flower of spring. If you are one who does not love yellow, you have options.
I wish I knew this sweetie pie’s name. She has a blushing pink bonnet.

This bloom has white petals. The bonnet opens yellow then quickly blushes pink.

I also have an orange and yellow bloomer. This is what happens when you purchase mixed bulbs.

I love surprises!
FLOWER

Flower
I have lost many of my outside amaryllis bulbs this winter. I am still trying to find the cause. Because of this fact I refused to buy one over the Christmas holidays. I lamented not having a bulb to observe during the cold months, so Mr. Flower found an unsold bulb to rescue for a Valentine’s gift. This one is labeled Indoor Amaryllis, Double Dragon. Its first bloom just opened.

I will keep this dragon safe indoors until I investigate further the fate of my other Amaryllis/Hippeastrum bulbs.

I have blogged about my planting methods of making a lava rock nest for protection and drainage. The nest of many bulbs have been found empty, yet undisturbed. If anyone has an hypothesis of a possible cause, I would like to hear it.
FLOW
The Edgeworthia bush has perfumed the yard for weeks. Its dangling blooms are now poofy like pompoms.

This paperbush has been a joy and goes great with all the happy daffodils.


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It is a tradition that we hike up the hill to see the thousands of daffodils when they bloom.


We did that this evening as our supper cooked.
It is a magical spot, high above the river.
There is no home there now. The house got moved down the road a ways. Only the daffodils remain.

Blooms in every direction.
Those folks must have felt like they were on top of the world, watching the river flow by below.

It is a dream. A daffodil-filled dream.
Flower